Married Because of Ijbar

Chapter 71

“Common me again, huh?!” Rere came with Nikita, and Khayru met in the parking lot.

As the table buzzes, Pram immediately pulls out all the small papers and his wallet from their vision

“What was that?” Rere immediately snatched something from Pram's hands hiding under the table, but Pram managed to keep it back in his pants pocket. Make Rere cluck and then pull Khayru's hand to sit nearby. Nikita has been sitting next to Maula ever since she came. He was not surprised by the behavior of his brother and his friend who every time they met always made a noise.

“Om here, Om, sit. Stand mulu rich aide.” Sliding two chairs.

“Where are you from? Morning appointment, come afternoon,” groused Maula while staring at the watch.

Rere ignored Maula's question, instead busy questioning Khayru. “Om! When to come to Jakarta? Surprised to know, see Om suddenly here.” While taking a stand, focus on the face of the man she was asking.

“Hmm ... when? Forgot.” While grinning Khayru rubbed his own nape. He never had any intention to say when exactly he came home, so he preferred to pretend to forget especially in front of Maula.

“Lupa? Means it's been a while, dong?!”

“Iya .. so. Uh, not exactly what it means.” Khayru immediately corrected his words. He looked misbehaved moreover, the maula who was frowning in face, kept staring at him. He did not understand what his ex-wife's gaze meant. He chose to focus on Rere's question after Maula turned her face to Pram. And they had their own language, waiting for the food order to come.

Nikita who had been sitting just sniffing his shoulders while watching the two pairs of creatures in front of him with a million behaviors that are not clear what the title is. As the person who knows best when Khayru came to Jakarta and also why she came home suddenly, Nikita prefers to keep silent while sipping drinks owned by her brother.

Nikita also knew, the real intention of the Brother was to approach Maula long ago.

It'll be fun, here! His jail smile grinned while nibbling on the straw that was still stuck on his lips.

In any case, lunch should still be spent. They can go home with the stomach already filled even though some of them are not in the mood as good as Nikita.

“I want to go back to the cafe, help Mas Dandi. Thanks for lunch, yes.” Nikita rushed to pick up her bag while finishing her drink.

“Nik! Wait, Nik! I'm going to the cafe too. My car is there!” Maula did not lose quickly wanted to catch up with Nikita who was in a hurry to step.

“No, ah! I want to be alone. Daahhh ..” Chuckling while running left four of his comrades.

“Ck ...” Maula clucked as she sat back in her original place. “Bring a car, no, Re?” His eyes were on Rere. However, Rere shook his head quickly.

“I took Nikita's car earlier, hhh .. instead go home alone, tuh child,” complained Rere while pursing his lips.

Khayru put her car keys on the table while standing up as she had to rush home as well. “If you don't want to be together, go home with Rere just bring his car. Brother take a taxi.” He didn't wait for Maula's answer, just left.

In a confused state, Maula took the car keys and glanced at Rere and Pram. “Re, go home with Kak Pram only, yes. See you tomorrow, dear.” He kissed Rere's cheek with a smile and went after the owner of the car keys.

He ran through the crowd of those who were walking together like people who were dating in the crowd.

“Bang! Brother!” call him shamelessly as people look towards him. So did Khayru, she turned her head while knitting an eyebrow.

“Ya?”

“I can only drive my own car.” While putting the car keys in the palm of his hand.

“So, want to go home with Pram huh? Yes already, Brother first.” He grabs the key with a hanger bearing the embos brand of an exclusive car - from Maula's hand. Without offering her a ride, she just left for the parking lot.

Ish... When he didn't take me home together, did he? He moved one foot to the floor. Maula was forced to step to the side of the road in search of a taxi that would take her to the cafe.

“Stop, Sir! Stop Pak!” He held up his index finger, but after he opened the door of the taxi, a woman grazed into the taxi.

“Sorry, yes, Dek, I was in a big hurry,” he said while sitting in the passenger seat. “If the destination is in the same direction we can, really. Yuk, login.”

Maula did not focus on anything the beautiful woman said. He only looked at her with a frown until the woman realized that before him was a Maula after he had looked at her face.

“M-Maula?!” ask her while holding her breath for a moment.

Maula just nodded then helped him close the car door. After that, he looked for another place to wait for his next taxi. His eyes that were looking down, catching the shadow of the yellow car, stopped in front of him. The car horn sounded a little shocking, making him immediately straighten his face.

“Sshhh ... Brother surprised me,”.

“Fine first!”

“Quickly a little!” He looked back as the streets slowly began to solidify.

With a wry face, Maula obeyed Khayru's words to ride. He put on his seatbelt before the man started fussing with his construction.

“He has changed a lot.” murmured very slowly. “Change what?” Khayru glared at Maula's sour face.

“What?!”

“Nggak ... anu .. why not go home with Pram, Hm?”

“That brought me here, didn't you, Brother?! It should be my brother who brought me home again!” snapped it.

Looks like this kid is back to what he used to be. Khayru hid her smile while looking away.

“If I had left with him, I would have gone home with him too! This is my brother who knows me!”

“Iya, yes .. sorry.” While stopping the car at the park where they used to visit. “Abang strawberry ice cream treat, yes.” Without waiting for an answer, he got out of the car, running small towards his subscription ice cream stand.

Maula did not want to move a single bit from her current position. He was still sitting on his bent hand in the car window. Behind the longing that has been treated, there is a concern that is plaguing him. Khayru's return to Jakarta, perhaps only a temporary happiness. He never knew how long and for what he was coming. Not wanting to be overconfident, but his heart was hoping for more.

And ... Aunt Risa, why did she suddenly appear again? Is this just a coincidence?

His daydream was broken when Khayru came with two ice creams. Maula got out of the car regardless of Khayru who was offering her favorite food. He sat on the park bench as usual. He also shook his head as Khayru again held out ice cream in her right hand.

“Why not want?” He sat down and licked his ice cream on his left hand.

“I've changed. I don't like ice cream anymore,” muttered without looking at the face.

“Since when? It must be a lie,” muttered Khayru while focusing equally errimously on her hand that began to melt due to sun exposure.

“I haven't been here in a long time. Likewise with other places that we usually visit.”

“Why?” Khayru began to stare at him who had a sad face.

“I've changed all my old habits.” He started to catch his breath. “Don't ask why.”

Khayru looked back to the front with a small smile. Looking at a boy who was helping a little girl to fly her kite.

“No. Look, you're still exactly what you were. Nothing has changed in the least.” While shaking little.

“What are you going home to Jakarta for?” suddenly tanyanya.

“You don't like Brother back to Jakarta?”

“I just asked, for what? Not that we're both used to not being together?”

“If you don't like ... Brother can return to Morocco,” he said while throwing two pieces of ice cream into the trash can that is next to his seat.

Maula reached into her bag, she took out a piece of tissue from her unsealed pack, then gave the tissue to clean Khayru's dirty hands exposed to melted ice cream.

“Why dumped the ice cream?”

“Tick.” Khayru ignored a piece of tissue that fell to the ground until Maula again issued a second tissue which she immediately rubbed into the hands of the man who began to change his face.

“Do not need cleaning.” Khayru put her hand away and rubbed it on the trousers she was wearing.

“Abang itself said, if we can't be slovenly.”

“Abang never said that.”

“Forgot, yes?” ask while remembering the past.

Deck, brush your teeth before going to bed!

Dek, don't wear that shirt again! Ugly!

Deck, open your sandals when you get into bed!

Deck, eat slowly!

Don't be rude to people!

Get used to apologizing .. say thank you!

Maula imitated Khayru's words that she had memorized so much outside her head complete with her facial expression that she made as closely as possible.

Khayru laughed when she saw how funny Maula was. A second later the laughter turned into a small smile with a gaze of a million meanings.

“You want to know the reason why you came back?”

“Why?”

“Because want to see the Absurd behavior of a Maula,” his funny while laughing.

“Ish ...”Maula glared as she turned her face away.

“The only reason that brought Brother home .. is you.” Suddenly, his words sounded serious making Maula put her ears in earnest. “Listen carefully. Brother will tell you the truth.”

To Be Continued ....